GIRL IN THE VIDEO, Wah!

she has sad eyes, the girl in the video
even though she smiles, you know she's seen more than she shows
she says to her drummer gimme rimshot
she says to her lover gimme all that you got
she's the girl in the video

they send her flowers, the girl in the video
even though she cries, you know she feels the love that they hold
she says to her lover, do you love me?
can you dry my tears and take this sadness from me
she's the girl in the video

she stands in the smoky lightshow
light, smoke and mirrors is all she's ever known
she stands without reverence
and plays with the audience
she's the girl in the video

everyone wants her to find love
the girl in the video
just because when she does find love
it's the kind that you find
when it heals and overflows.

I wish you all the Love!
yay!

Get this in your face and think...

Of the many earnest, and how earnest, people we may observe reading, attending lectures, studying and practicing disciplines, devoting their energies to the attainment of a liberation which is by definition unattainable, how many are not striving via the ego-concept which is itself the only barrier between what they think they are and that which they wish to become but always have been and always will be? - Why Lazurus Laughed by Wei Wu Wei...

Breath Me - SIA

Woke up, my mind humming.
I thought about the events of last week end, watching people around me.
Looking at them all saying the same thing and wanting the same things.
All scared and strangely enough growing appart because of this fear instead of getting closer looking for shelter.
They were all somehow saying, whatever the subject was:

Help, I have done it again
I have been here many times before
Hurt myself again today
And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I'm needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

Ouch I have lost myself again
Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found,
Yeah I think that I might break
I've lost myself again and I feel unsafe

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I'm needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I'm needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

In tune, and singing...

Last time i posted a picture like this, i was alone and stable on two legs...
Well, I am now two and grounded one one.
Takes two to tango they say, well two makes also asanas much more fun!!!

lalalalalala....

sheath...

A wonderful painting is the result of the feeling in your fingers. If you have the feeling of the thickness of the ink in your brush, the painting is already there before you paint. When you dip your brush into the ink you already know the result of your drawing, or else you cannot paint. So before you do something, "being" is there, the result is there. Even though you look as if you were sitting quietly, all your activity, past and present, is included, and the result of your sitting is also already there.

thinking about people I interacted with lately...

And the only thought this brought was a quote from Wei Wu Wei:

'What's your trouble? Mistaken identity...'

This is real clear, and so true.

inter- dependancy / A new born

Ahhhhhh Paris,
Ahhhhhh the crispy morning breeze, the warmth of the espresso and the sound of the freshly baked chocolate croissant dipped in my cup.
That was my morning, that was awsome and that is my life.
I have spent an awsome evening sharing insights and stupidity, laughing and reflecting, and even if usually I do not bother about the past I have let my mind wander down memory lane.

We were talking, among other things, about 'the air I carry around' which was a consequence of this shiny armor i used to wear when i was so deep into believing i was a Knight who's duty was to slay the Princess' dragon. Any Dragon...

And i simply realized that not only the Princess needed a Knight, regardless of who was stuck in the armor (this part was clear to me for the longuest time), but also that the Knight was deeply needing a Princess in order not to face his own demons: regardless of who was really in the gawn.
This, somehow, wasn't so clear to me...

So i guess this is what happened to me last year when i have both dismantled the armor and walked away from the Princess. Not only have I enjoyed the sight of the rusty armor last night, but also I realized that the weight on my chest was gone: fresh air was FREELY rushing inside my lungs.

I am walking tall, and Reality is maybe unveiling sometimes: The glimpses of what I allow myself to sometimes see are making worth every seconds of what I have lived!

Yeah, I am free, alive and I have allowed myself tools to HEAL: but this is another story that I might tell later.

What matters is that any story couldn't have ever started without the end of this era of Chivalry.

The King is Dead, long live the King!

Time to sing something about the new born I guess!!!!!

watching my mind like an old wise man observes kids playing

and man, what an interesting thing to observe...

Turning my world upside down

You can't tell on the picture but I think i am happy...

A non-existent statue

I read this one evening and it struck me.
It might not be an eye opening to anyone, but i wish to keep this in my blog, for my reference later on at least...
It does summarize so well what happens and I would never have been able to even start typing something as good as that.

Here we go then:

Q: I once heard a Buddhist teacher say: “There is no thought in the mind of a Buddha.” How does that equate with the teaching of Dzogchen? There seems to be some contradiction here?

KD: It’s not really possible to comment on that without knowing the whole context of what was said. However . . . there is no attachment to thought in the Mind of a Buddha. There is also no conceptual limitation in the Mind of a Buddha . . . there are often problems with translation.

NR: Was this statement made in English?

Q: No, it was translated.

KD: So really we have no idea of what was actually said.

NR: You see . . . the idea that Mind without content is the conclusion of the path is almost like saying: ‘enlightenment is becoming a statue of a Buddha’.

KD: [laughs] Or the non-existent statue of a Buddha.

NR: There seems to be the notion among many people that: ‘The longer you sit in the thought-free state, the more enlightened you’ll become’.

KD: But when asked: ‘What process is at work in this empty-state which leads toward complete enlightenment?’ the answer is usually that: ‘Such things are ineffable and cannot be expressed in words’. It is true that words are limited and that enlightened experience is beyond concept – but if we are speaking of process, that can always be described by someone who experienced that process. Unless your practice continues into the process of integration – you stultify. You need to open yourself to flowing with whatever arises within the empty state we have discovered. Unless we are prepared to engage in that practice you will not evolve into full recognition of what you really are. Without this recognition, the general character of your life-experience will not change much – you will continue to experience unsatisfactoriness, frustration and turmoil.

—from the book Roaring Silence

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Crying meditating...

Believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it, no matter if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense. - Buddha

I still wonder why i cried during my last meditation session...

But regardless, I hope this little lines are making sense to whoever reads them.

It happens...

Say goodbye to all your pain and sorrow, just let them go!
Say goodbye to all those lonely nights, just welcome them!
Say goodbye to all your blue tomorrows, cause today is tomorrow and today is amazing!
Now you're standing in the light, just look around.

Sometimes you feel so helpless, we're all the same.
Sometimes you feel like you can't win, but it is just your mind playing tricks on you.
Sometimes you feel so isolated

You'll never have to feel that way again
You are not alone
You're not alone

And even if i always felt it,
Never thought I'd find the road to freedom
Never thought I'd hear you smile again
Never thought I'd have the chance to tell you
That I will always be your friend, that I am still your friend

You are not alone
You're not alone

I wanted...

I was seating at the table of a bar, and looking around.
A group of people was at the next table and i did listen to what they were saying, it made me sad and I wrote these couple of lines when I came back home:

I wanted to be Jimmy Hendrix but I have no guitar and I don't know how to play.
I wanted to be Superman, but the suit doesn't fit: Saving the world isn't my thing anyway.
I wanted to be the 6 millions dollars worth man, but i'm earning only 15 thousands a year: I'd better save everyday!
I wanted to be the man of the year, but my determination was too weak.
I wanted to be the employee of the month, but I am not bright nor photogenic.
I wanted to be the surprise of the party, but i showed up the following day!
I wanted to be the one nobody expects but i fucked up the whole thing when i called for directions...
I wanted to be the new Messiah, but there are way to many already: I needed to take a number and wait in line.
I wanted to become Prime Minister, but I hate greed and I am not cunning enough...
I wanted to be SUPER, but i only consume ordinary fuel: I didn't want to be a gas station employee, ah well, that's a bit sad!
I wanted to be the life of the party, but I am not funny enough...
I wanted to the the man who saw the aliens but, where I live we only have squirrels...
I wanted to be John Doe, but even he probably thinks i am too insignificant...

I was there and now, living my Life and looking/hearing them tabling their expactations and how disappointed they were.
Fueling each others with the sadness about what things should be, could have been and not what they are.
The saddest part of all was to know that they weren't realizing the are the only owners of their actions and that what happens is only the result of these actions: nothing else really...

Stay bright!

Floating through the days...

How interesting are the days...
As i am typing this, the rain pours on the large glass windows of my place, and I observe the thunder striking in the far distance. The sound reaches me with the usual delay, and I embrace my life and all the lessons I have been so lucky to be taught up to now.
The water runs down the windows and through the thin layer of water I observe the thnder stricking the far distance. The sound, altered by the drops hitting the glass, reaches me with the usual delay, and I embrace my life and all the teachers I have been lucky to meet.
My mind is calm and does let me see, more and more, Reality as it is: the rain pours and the daily drops are still hitting my body but the sound remains the same, reaching me with the usual delay.

I float through my days and deal with things as they come and as they are getting rid of the perception I have of them: I am equanimous or try to be as much as I can.

I share the experiences with the beings I spend time with but do not share their vision of the Reality and the impacts they have on them. I am detached from them and welcome them all as they are.

The rain has stopped pouring and I am still observing in the distance the thunder, welcoming the sound if it reaches me with the usual delay.

Things are the same with or without me and I am not the center of anything special: I am just being Myself in this place where i live, my mind embracing all the people I know and all the ones I will never meet.

This inner journey is most interesting, and the path I walk the one leading me to new experiences. My mind tends to dwell into some remains of the past which i observe and let go, waiving them good bye. As it is done, it is obvious that they won't come back.

My future is now and now only. I am being here and now, not looking back nor looking forward to anything special: I am just naturally shaping things with my currents actions, responsible for the good and bad that will arise from this.

Action in non-action is a tough concept I am dealing with and I go through it thanks to my fellow men and what they do of what Reality brings.

I introspect and try to understand what they perceive of Life, the best way to love them I guess.

Nothing is bad or good, everything is as it is supposed to be and it is just a matter of the mind.
fighting against Reality just bring misery and ignorance is what leads to more suffering.

So, i sit crossed legged and think.
I watch and observe myself.
One day, maybe, I shall be seeing Reality as it is and not as I conceive it.

I, I, I...
Me, Me, Me they all say...

I just sit, crossed legged and observe, helping as much as possible.

Man, what a journey!
How interesting are the days, through which I float...